> hangover tuesday
t'was a wet and cold morning, followed by the sweltering heat in the afternoon and a mildly humid evening. no, this ain't a freeekin' weather report for fuck'sake, but to reiterate the conditions in which my health mind was bombarded with, on this lovely tuesday ...
t'was a day of severemigraines headaches, obviously brought about by a horrendous hangover from the insidious escapade the night prior. oh man, the price to pay was me slurrin' me afternoon away, jetting from shop to location, from location to shop (thank the props-gawds for IKEA) = to prep for the next day's shoot.
falling asleep in the props-truck and dreaming mini-vignettes, and near-collapsing while nursing a can of redbull and a menthol-light notwithstanding = itz all good lah. (*bleh* :p) ... itz all *chill* (or so i tried to be) and im slowly re-learning to "let go" of my tight-ass-ness (or maybe im just too tired and couldn't give two-fucks? release thee vice-like-grip, thy lardcheeks, i command thee! *bleh*).
not everything has to be perfect. (tho it would be great if we all could strive towards "perfection", rather than just "making do"?)
not everyone works as fast as you do. (or it could be that ya dun push people hard enough?)
not everyone knows what you're thinking exactly, or of the level of performance in which you expect of them. (or mayhap ya gotta work on your *communication skills* and learn to "delegate" jobs instead of doing them yourself?)
well, regardless of the weather, the day had gone by and thestress disappointments work had run it's logical course and tiredness takes over your mind and body, disregarding your grinding gastric now, and of the still-persistant-pounding-headache, pseudo-soothed only by the grooves of jamiroquai and i find myself strangely hankering for a cold brew ... i is fucked, aren't i?
*kannina seow lieow*
i sense a personal-storm brewing on the horizon ... dammit.
*urgh* :p
t'was a day of severe
falling asleep in the props-truck and dreaming mini-vignettes, and near-collapsing while nursing a can of redbull and a menthol-light notwithstanding = itz all good lah. (*bleh* :p) ... itz all *chill* (or so i tried to be) and im slowly re-learning to "let go" of my tight-ass-ness (or maybe im just too tired and couldn't give two-fucks? release thee vice-like-grip, thy lardcheeks, i command thee! *bleh*).
not everything has to be perfect. (tho it would be great if we all could strive towards "perfection", rather than just "making do"?)
not everyone works as fast as you do. (or it could be that ya dun push people hard enough?)
not everyone knows what you're thinking exactly, or of the level of performance in which you expect of them. (or mayhap ya gotta work on your *communication skills* and learn to "delegate" jobs instead of doing them yourself?)
well, regardless of the weather, the day had gone by and the
*kannina seow lieow*
i sense a personal-storm brewing on the horizon ... dammit.
*urgh* :p
